once I was a child
but I was never innocent
because when my father told me he loved me
he did it with a leather belt
and a buckle that gleamed
each time it struck my already knowing body
pounding out years of masculine entitlement
I knew there were words he had heard his whole life
and in my blistered skin lied the understanding
women are less
best when subservient and quiet
so quiet I was
while I buried my head in freshly washed soft sheets
and tried to forget that this person
who hated me so well
also soothed me to sleep
told me I was beautiful
and that I could do anything
so quiet I was
he couldn't hear me scream
scream for the pain
scream for the mother who wasn't opening the door
to come rescue me
once I was a child
but I was never innocent
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 10:22 PM UTC
tight necked
tension held in hardened jaws
invisible hands clasp around throat
years of unspoken words
fingers slide swiftly
endless rhythmic finger pecks
bright screen burning
in dark bedroom corners
letters flow like a faucet
freedom found in syllables
assemble emotion in verse
paper giving a voice
my
skin
slowly
relaxes
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
in the dry yellow rolling hills of wine county
where crickets and cicada sing
sweat and memories guided new creation
a place for her spirit to rest
all gathered on homemade pews
strong stones and brilliant quartz the focal point
through cracked voices, stories erupted
they filled tin buckets with their grief
listened to the sound hit the bottom so softly
found a whisper of rhythm
linked arms and danced with sorrow
in a place of peaceful remembrance
those moments her nymph spirit was holding all there
she was the sky full of stars on that dark night
the electric energy in the air
with hands clasp tight
a united silence for the
celebration of her life
and a painful goodbye
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 6:11 AM UTC
Put on your music, dance alone.
No one is watching let it all go.
Free yourself.
mind, body, spirit one.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 5:30 AM UTC
Lick the Bag
I breathe white powder like you breathe air
inhale its recklessness
heart attack speed racer
black pupils dilate
electric skin
follow lines to paradise
scattered conversation
shifting eyes
late night carnival ride
stranger passed out on the bathroom floor
rolled up bills scattered on the counter
laced with last nights bad decisions
empty square plastic bags
lick the corners
savor the taste of addiction
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
-somedays the voices in my head are shouting so loud I can't hear anything else.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
Enough
-the cruelest of all words when spoken in silence to an empty room
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:56 AM UTC
Sometimes I am sick of being sick. I crawl into the covers and hope tomorrow is a better day. One where my mind won't be so cruel. Yelling insults only I can hear. I wake up only to find. The bully still living in my mind.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
if night had a sound it would be a low chatter
the hum of electric cold air
that quietly blows
crisp linen sheets
that speak in the dark
freshly painted walls
that scream in white
television screens
that murmur stories
flickering light posts
that buzz in the night
iridescent cicadas
that hum in the trees
incandescent lovers
that talk in secret
fingers pecking keys
that drum out words
if night had a sound it would be a low chatter
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
***** sheets
twenty dollar hotel room
she has
fire red hair
stained yellow teeth
reeks of last nights gin
and when she
opens
her legs
I see God
everything
is perfect
we have
nothing to say
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC